My Life In Prison Novels & Stories

Cassie’s POV Life inside the prison was exactly how I expected it to be. Miserable. There was no life, no beginning, and no end. It was a vicious cycle of doing the most mundane things, with not a soul to talk to, not a confidant to vent to. One just had oneself, and one had to make peace with that. The only time I saw people was during breakfast, lunch and dinner when people were fighting for their share of food. The quality of treatment of convicts was poorer than I’d expected. I had to fight for basic needs such as food and clean water. Since we were here after committing a crime, nobody deems us worthy of receiving such basic commodities although the government provides it to us.

Marrisa Bonifacio It's been three months, three fucking months of tears, pain, and agony. I was framed. I had nobody and my baby has been struggling to survive in this prison. Every fucking day I was made to do different hard jobs, washing the toilet, cutting hard grasses, pushing waste bins, no care no attention from any loved ones I'm tired and sick of this kind of life, this is not the life I want for my baby especially not in this kind of environment

She told me that I could not escape since my two unsuccessful tries had landed me on the high-security watch list, so I was more or less trapped until the trial took place or someone completed what that shank-wielding man had initiated. I could hear hundreds of other prisoners doing the same thing in the cells at night as I lay in my bunk. This was now my life, to wake up every day in a place that was supposed to tear people to pieces, until they could no longer remember how it was like to be human. Money, power, influence, could not alter the fact that I remained here paying a price because of the crimes I had committed in vengeance on people who had gone on with their lives as I was wastin

“You’re here for a few days, man. I’m here for life.” “Life…wow…” I scoffed faintly. “What did you do?” I was very intrigued now. Why would this guy be sentenced to life in prison? Did he kill someone? Did he sexually abuse someone? Did he hurt someone important? What did he do that would warrant such a serious punishment? The guy gulped and sighed audibly. “Let’s just say that I tried to speak up for someone that I knew was innocent.” His words caught my full attention. “What are you saying?”

I had a whopping forty years to spend in prison. The relentless sun beat down on the prison yard as I toiled alongside my fellow inmates. The monotonous routine of farm work became my new reality, each day blending into the next with backbreaking labor and stifling confinement. On this day as well I was working in the farm when my water broke. “Ahh!” I screamed, my legs trembling.

I never heard from him again. The day I called the police, I moved out of the apartment. The company set me up in a luxury unit downtown and gave me a company car. Three months in, a major event I led pulled in four million dollars for the company. I was promoted straight to Director. The film adapted from my novel premiered. I left two unhealthy relationships behind. And I finally walked into the life I deserved. --- [End]

Be sensible. Every word carried a commanding tone. He clearly believed I would react the same way I always had—no matter how he mocked or humiliated my feelings, I'd eventually crawl back, apologizing just to stay by his side. Not this time. I gave a small shrug and tossed the phone straight into the trash can—along with the pathetic life I'd once lived. There was nothing left in this town to miss. My gambling father died years ago. I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew.

I thought. ... When I woke up, I was in a ward. The sharp sting of antiseptic in the air jolted me fully awake. I was still alive. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized I had been unconscious for 12 hours. This meant I had only 12 hours left to live. "Zoe, you're finally awake!" Caleb's voice was filled with relief, like he had just pulled me back from the edge. "What happened?" I asked. "You collapsed and started coughing up blood," he said, watching me closely. "Zoe, let's get you a full check-up, okay?"

“ What was life in prison like? ” “ Worse, when you compare it to my previous lifestyle. But the experience broke me and made me more humble. Also, the encounter I'd had in the police van made the experience bearable. There was also a lady I met there, Mary who'd been wrongly accused. Despite that, she believed in God and held on to the fact that he'll deliver her no matter what. ” “ Was she delivered? ” “ Yup. We were released on the same day. We've been fellowshipping together from the time we met till now. ”

instructed the guard once more. “Let me!” I bellowed but a hand restrained me. “Just let me talk to that stupid guy,” I said to the guard. “Let him,” a voice whispered behind us. The prison was giving me his signature grin. “Two minutes top and no more.” I nodded. “Give us privacy.” I dragged the stoic body of the man down the steps. I was starting to have doubts about my decision for picking him over the other one. “Hey!” I slapped him hard on the face. “Get a hold of yourself!” I got no reaction in return. “Listen to me, dude. Win this fight and I promise you would never worry for your wife and kid again. I promise no Santa Muertos would ever endanger them. Do you like that?”